Xia Yiqian explained to Melanda, who was also embarrassed, "Normally, the coffin is open when the body is kept.
Since it is for someone else's commemoration, the body must be visible to others. Unless the body is in a particularly bad condition, it will generally not be placed in the coffin."
Melanda's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. Just as she was about to ask, "Is there something wrong with the body?" she heard the voice of a middle-aged man behind her.
“What the little girl said is correct. Normally, the casket is open during a memorial service.
But my son died from falling off a cliff, and his body doesn't look good now.
In order to save his dignity, the coffin was not opened."
Meranda didn't expect that the two of them were secretly discussing someone else's son's corpse and were heard by the father.
She said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, we didn't mean to offend."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. I'm already very happy that my son was chosen to serve the gods. I don't ask for too much else."
Xia Yiqian frowned as she looked at him, "But he died so tragically, why are you so happy?
How can we prove that he served the gods and did not die of despair?"
When Meranda heard Xia Yiqian say such hurtful words, she quickly nudged her with her elbow, trying to get her to speak more tactfully.
But Xia Yiqian showed no sign of repentance.
Although she saw the man in front of her smiling, she always felt a sense of incongruity.
It was as if the smile was acted, but if she said he was sad, she couldn't feel how sad he was.
This attitude is very strange.
The middle-aged man was not annoyed by Xia Yiqian's questioning, and still smiled with a somewhat naive look.
"Because he appeared in my dream on the day he died!
Not only him, but all the dead people in our village would appear in their dreams to their closest relatives, telling us that they have gone to serve the gods and that we don't need to worry.
It's impossible that everyone has the same dream, right?
Coincidence and miracle are two completely different things, too different to be mistaken."
Xia Yiqian frowned slightly.
It is true that the dead appear in dreams from time to time, but she has never seen a large number of people appear in dreams for their loved ones together as if they were checking in.
Is it possible that there really is such a so-called god?
The two followed the middle-aged man and asked him some questions about serving the gods. When they could no longer get any useful information, they left.
As soon as Xia Yiqian went out, she caught a glimpse of the grass next to her moving twice, and she stopped immediately.
Melanda was confused when she saw her suddenly stop, so she turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xia Yiqian frowned, "It's okay."
As he said this, he walked without hesitation in the direction where the grass had been moving.
Merlanda was also a little puzzled, and followed Xia Yiqian with the cameraman towards the bushes.
When they walked into the grass, Xia Yiqian reached out to pull away the weeds, but found a palm-sized bloodstain on the ground.
The blood was very new and its color was still red instead of black, but Xia Yiqian looked around but didn't find any suspicious creatures, not even any injured small animals.
Melanda also saw the blood on the ground. "Why is there blood? Could someone be injured?"
Xia Yiqian looked around and shook her head slightly.
"I don't know whose blood it is. I saw the grass moving here just now, but when I came over to look, there was nothing there."
Meranda suddenly felt her hair stand on end.
Others might be mistaken, but the person in front of me definitely couldn’t be!
So… “Could it be that the deceased in this family had some special ability after death that could block our perception and allow them to act tyrannically here?”
Otherwise, she really couldn't think of any other reason that could make a bloodstain appear out of thin air. It couldn't be that there was another particularly powerful master in this village who wanted to deliberately tease them and throw blood bags through the air, right?
Xia Yiqian didn't think so, but he couldn't find any other evidence.
At this moment, her gaze suddenly turned towards the direction of another village entrance, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
After thinking about it, he said, "Let's go look for clues somewhere else."
Meranda: "Okay, which way are we going?"
As before, he stared calmly at the direction of the exit of another village and pointed his finger in that direction.
"Let's go over there. I feel there might be clues there."
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